The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-12-28
Sing q song OF Doodle,
A bottle full OF rye,
Most has gone to jail again,
For preaching anarchy

FOR preaching anarenyl
A rare soug, my masters; sing it ia Jake
Sharp, please. Din / hear any one say
that Jake Sharp got Most in Jail, but not
quite? No? Then, thank Heaven, my
daughter is safe.
The chimes ring mournfully. THAI is
because it is the mourning ho1r aud day
breaks-heaven save the pieces. Sorrow
may endure for Joy, butnight co meth ia
the morning" So dawns the glad New
Year, and all the world is one year older
than it was when it was one year younger.
Few and evil have the days Of the years OF
my pilgrimage been, and one half of the
years am now old, added to one tenth of
the evil have done, divided by five times
the good that am, would make we about
400, 900 years old. Only lunatics live to
be so old as that; wise men die in their
cradles, and good men live forever. There
fore, il ever you are or have been so old,
you are lunatic. See? That is q cell.
The asylum is full of them; come up and
take one; we hav 'em to fit all sizes and
suit all temperaments, and so
roomy that the greatest intellects rattle
around in them, trying to find themselves
| We don't allow every body to come in here;
| this is an asylum for lunatics; not refuge
| for fools. 1t takes brains to make q lunatic,
master, but fool is just born that way.
| Blow a man as you do lamp-chimney,
| big at the bottom and little at the top, and
| open at both ends, so that everything you
pour into him runs right out, and he's just
as empty the day he dies as he was the day
he was born, and you have fool. There,
| cut that out and paste it in your hat then
| when people find you to go to an island by
the land route, they will know who you
are. and send for the Fool Killer. There
| now, never mind what lunatic says; we're
always telling the truth when we don't
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lie civilly. But tell me, my masters,
all Of you, what was the first lie you ever
told? You don't know? Well, then what
was the worst2 You don't know that
either? Well, then, once more, for Truths
sake, what was the last one? All, you
don't know that either. Well enough
might we forget the first and the worst sin
we ever committed, II on we could be
| sure that We knew we had committed the
last one. Excuse me; want to step into
the incurable ward Just moment. There
is man there who thinks he owns the
world. ] am going to have him turned
out; be is no more crazy than the seven
wise men. Why, you ought to see some
of the sane men we have in here; so sane,
and wise, and level-headed they are tire
some, they are irritating, they are madden.
ing to a well-balanced lunatic.
II there is anything can't endure, il Is
a sane man in a lunatic asylum.
But then, A Happy New Year 10 you all.
my masters A Happy, Happy New Year
And we will join hands to make il a hap
Ply one, won't we? Ay, that will we,
and we can do 1t, too, II the poor sane PEG.
pie will only either take hold and help, OF
hands off and not NEEDLE. Call up the
Notary then, and we will resolve, and
swear off and reform. Write now, good
Ne DRY:
| RESOLVED,
That the world is round, but most Of the
people In IL are fat.
| You see. IL is well always to start of
with plain statement of fact, upon which
everybody. wise men. lunatics and fools,
are agreed.
! Resolved. That there ahau bs Il months